The clouds gave way,
more than ever to dominance of say.
there was light,
projecting in streams under night.
Drums echoed the air,
while the wind embraces his hair.
It was Judgement,
many thought yet imminent.
the wind screamed in siren,
and the world was silent.
Brink of an end,
yet he has just begun.
Under light,
There were many taking flight.
Many with wings,
that howled a decent sing.
They hovered low,
sweeping life as they go.
It was inevitable,
yet there was one who was able.
His steps combined a contrasting beat,
as he crossed the wing's with speed.
Steps light as light,
he put up a heartfelt fight.
Judgement took anger,
and proceeded to mangle.
Has he not done enough?
Or was he meant to bluff?
As judgment approached,
the world saw from angles,
a man who danced with the angels.
Judgement came upon with a sword,
that took his heart naught.
"Judgement is not one given upon by others, instead one thats given upon by oneself."
-Song-
